some mornings the martyrs in this marrow fantasize of fracturing bones
how my irises might change color on impact
i wonder,
wander
beyond body limits
beyond warnings
crack cartilage
brave me with your danger
damage
please
shatter me
within the lace of your leather skin
some mornings i dream of being steel
stainless
whole
sexy even
but i have fracture at every seam
cracks
i am incapable of being whole it seems
but there is a joy in this game
of bone dust
and painkillers
of braces
and ice baths
of concussions
and overtimes
the only home where heroes are born from themselves
from earth
we wonder
how far we can travel til we crumble
how fast til we fracture
how strong til we quake at every corner
there is ruble of past victories and defeats in the lining of this ribcage
a lions maine in this koko
i am not what i seem
i can defy expectations
even my own
and i can fail
i can falter
emplode
o cam crumble
turn dust
i can bleed
sometimes we forget,
pain doesnt always hurt
sometimes its our strongest parts
sometimes its what keeps us going
sometimes its the voice in the back of your mind
that wont let you stop
rest
heal
because being whole
pristine
glass
sparkling at the edges
sometimes
thats hell knocking at your doorstep
a constant reminder
of every bit of life you neglected to live
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